I would like to share my journey with you. It�s
a story about God�s creation - you and me, and all things of the Universe.
The life breath of God is in everything. All the particles that make
up matter are part of God. We are irreplaceable to Him. He
never forgets us. God is love. And, love never forgets ...

I am 157 years old. Yes, reader, I am that old.
I was born in the year 1855. I originally come from the Green Ridge
State Forest located in Allegany County in the state of Maryland. You
see, I was born an oak tree, and I grew to be a tall and majestic one.
I happily lived there in solitude for 60 years.

My life in the forest showed me firsthand the
Creator�s power. His life breath flowed through me and in all the
creatures; ones who crawled on the forest floor and those that flew high
above me. I witnessed life everywhere. It even lived in my
branches at times. The shade I offered to my fellow creatures made me
a friend to many of them. That was an idyllic time for me.

I rarely saw humans in my part of the forest. I
caught glimpses of an occasional hiker on his or her journey. But, for
the most part, my forest was high up and few humans would travel my way.
But, even so, I saw the life breath in these creatures, too. I liked
them. They would marvel at me and my surroundings. I felt
special.

Then, the year 1915 came. I had heard some loud
rumblings coming far below in the valley floor. I heard human voices
echoing and loud buzzing coming from some kind of noisy contraptions.
One day, the sounds started to get louder. The humans were getting
closer.

But, even during this time of commotion, I never felt
I would be harmed. I felt untouchable. I knew the Creator was
watching over me. He wouldn�t dare have anything happen to His
creation. So, I kept on living and enjoyed my carefree, and mostly,
solitary existence.

Then, a horrible and frightening thing happened.
It was March 25, 1915. It was a beautiful, chilly day. The
humans had arrived. Now, I saw them up close. They were carrying
those loud contraptions. I now knew what they were intended for.
They were cutting down fellow mighty oaks just 500 feet away from me.
I saw them falling one by one. Then, it came my turn. I cried
out to God, the Father, for help. But, the buzzing started near my
base, and I started to sway. I fell hard. But, to my amazement,
I still had the life breath in me.

They carried part of me down the mountain. I
was put on a truck that had the words emblazoned on the side, Thomas
Logging. The truck bumped its way down the mountain. I started
to doubt my being special to God. He surely could not have wanted this
for me.

That same week, I was transplanted to another state.
I was sent to a place named Kendall & Swift Furniture. It was located
in the Ozark Mountain region of Missouri. It was a beautiful area.
The surrounding trees reminded me of my old home in Maryland. I didn�t
look like a tree anymore. I was saddened by this. I had changed.
At my home in Maryland, I had been replaced with a fledgling tree. At
least, Thomas Logging had implemented the policy of planting trees to
replace the trees they had cut down.

Here at Kendall & Swift Furniture I saw humans
sawing, cutting, and polishing logs. One such old oak became a desk.
It was beautiful. These humans were craftsmen. What made it
easier to bear with this change was that these humans seemed to believe in
the Creator, too. I heard them singing to Him while they worked.

My time of transformation came. I was carefully
changed into an oak chair. They cut away my rough spots, smoothed away my
imperfections, and molded me into a sturdy, beautiful chair. I caught
a glimpse of myself in one of their shop windows. I might not have
stood as the majestic oak I once was, but I was still something. I
still had beauty in me.

I was put in a back room for three months. I
didn�t mind the quiet. On occasion, I would hear the humans singing
their songs to the Creator and laughing about some situation that had popped
up in the store. More and more desks and chairs like me were being
made during this time. We were being set aside for a particular
reason. We were covered up by sheets to keep the dust from touching
us. We were hidden away for quite some time.

Then, the year 1916 came. We were being shipped
somewhere. We heard the humans say that the order was ready for
shipment. That was us. We were transported on a big truck to
Saint Louis, Missouri. Where were we going? What was our
purpose? What did the Creator have in store for us?

The answers soon came. We were being sent to a
placed called a seminary. We were to be desks and chairs for priests and
future priests. Could this have been the magnificent plan for us?
I was to be a throne to one of God�s special chosen ones. I became the
chair to an older priest. He was one of the elder professors. I
supported him for many years. I learned great things from him. I
heard him preparing his lessons and counseling young seminarians. This
older priest�s office was situated close to the chapel. So, I lived
down the hall from the Creator�s special place. I was so happy there.

The years went by, and I witnessed great miracles.
I witnessed a young seminarian student who just couldn�t pass tests.
This young seminarian would shed countless tears in the professor�s office.
But, my professor would counsel and guide him. The young seminarian�s
tough times had humbled him, and these difficult times had made him grow
into a wise and most beloved priest.

One cold day in 1945, my much loved professor died.
That was truly the saddest day of my life. I had been his throne for
many years. He had counted on me for support, and I had served him
with great love and respect. I continued to remain in his former
office. Now, I served a young professor.

It was in 1953, December 9th, to be exact, that a
dark day arrived. I was put into storage. The humans even wrote
that date on the bottom of my chair. I was put into an attic area of
the same building I had been occupying all these years. They put me up
there with all the other old, discarded furniture. I was to be
replaced by some modern furniture.

I was low for awhile. The years went by.
I became covered in dust and dirt. Even some fine-feathered friends
had left some marks on me. I was no longer the tall tree in the forest
from long ago, no longer the sturdy, beautiful chair of the professor.
But, I was still something. Over the years, the seminary had moved, so
now the building was occupied by the offices of the Church. So, now I
heard office workers along with priests below me. Every day Mass was
still being celebrated. The beautiful church bells lifted my spirits
during this lonely time. So, life went on for me. God, the
Creator, knew where I was and knew His plan for me.

Early 2012 came, and that is when my special friend
appeared. Some workers in the building started cleaning out the attic
place I had lived in. They were bringing down old furniture and file
cabinets to give away free to anyone who wanted to cart them away.

I looked truly awful at this time of my life.
So much dirt, old paint stains, and bird droppings had fallen on me that I
doubted I would be taken home with anyone. I thought my end would be a
big trash container some of the workers had on hand.

So, down I came from the attic. I was put in
the hallway on the ground floor. Someone had put a sign on me marked
�Free.� Some office workers passed by and didn�t give me a second look,
much less a first look. They couldn�t see what was underneath all the
muck and mire.

Then, she came, my special friend. It was an
early winter Thursday morning. My special friend had just walked in
the building when one of the workers said, �Here�s a free chair for the
taking. It�s really dirty. I�m not sure you�ll even want it.
But, it�s free.� My special friend gazed my way and almost cordially
said no. But, then she looked at me very closely and told the man yes.
She saw something in me. I could tell she truly saw me.

So, at lunchtime, a man helped her load me in her
car. He didn�t look particularly impressed with her new found chair.
Maybe he even thought my special friend was kind of crazy to want to take me
home. But, home with her I went. Even her family after first
seeing me was perplexed. I was in that bad a shape.

My special friend went out and bought some strong
cleaning supplies and polish for me. She put me downstairs of her
house and started the tender loving care to bring me back. The Creator
had definitely put me in my special friend�s hands. She cleaned me
twice with such care. All the dirt, paint, and bird droppings were
scrubbed off. Then, she used special furniture polish to bring out my
once beautiful oak wood. I was back. I was truly myself again.
I was special once more. My Creator had not forgotten me.

I now know why my special friend was chosen.
I�ve heard her prayers to our Creator. She once had felt special, and
then she, too, felt replaced. She knew exactly what that was like.
She had experienced that kind of pain. It�s a pain that only God, the
Father, can heal. So, God brought us two together. We are bosom
friends. Now, I support her. And, I am a part of her family.
She has helped me write this story.

Dear reader - growth can come out of pain. If I
would have remained in my forest home all those years, being strong,
majestic, and untouchable, I would not have grown like I have. I once
was replaced by a fledgling tree and then by some modern furniture.
And, those were truly painful times. But, God had a plan for me.
His plan for me is still unfolding. He has a plan for all of us.
To Him, we are irreplaceable. God is love. And, love never
forgets.

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